Ten days later, the pirate king Balzac raised his army, declared the independence of the port of Depress, and led a powerful army of bandits to the city of Taar. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The current Surabaya City Lord's Mansion is in chaos, and Paul's cabinet officials are extremely disagreeable. The military attachés insisted that the enemy army was just ordinary pirates, and that reinforcements with only a part of the force were needed. The treasurers agreed that the best way to fight war is to strangle it before it is fought! Negotiations should be made with Balzac! The last group of people who are left think that this kind of war is not the specialty of our lord Paul, and that they should ask Viscount Arathi for reinforcements.

A group of people quarreled, and the noisy Viscount Paul had a headache.

"Report!" A guard ran in, "Report to the sir, I just got the news that Yongning Town has declared its independence, and now it is gathering more than 10,000 troops to advance towards Surabaya City." ”

While Paul was still struggling with which one to choose, the news of the independence of Yongning Town shocked all the cabinet members! Now that there is no need to think about it, Paul made a decision to divide his troops in Taal City, and at the same time asked Viscount Arathi for help, hoping that he would lead his troops to destroy the rebels in Yongning Town.

Paul's letter of request for help was delivered to Viscount Arathi as quickly as possible, and for the bandits in the territory to such an extent, Viscount Arathi's extremely staff couldn't straighten his waist with a smile, and it was useless to be a scholar, and he was talking about Viscount Paul!

"Paul, that shit! This is his way of governing! Everyone obeyed the order, gathered all the troops, and our army set off, smashed the Yellow Dragon, defeated the rebels in Yongning Town, and then went to destroy the pirate king Balzac! ”

Viscount Arathi didn't take the rebels in Yongning Town into account at all, which is good, this is exactly what Li Youqian wants, and Li Youqian is part of the plan.

Wang Yingqiao, Xue'er and other generals pretended not to dare to meet his edge, retreated again and again, and finally "fell into" Viscount Arashi's trick and retreated to the Black Wind Valley. Viscount Arathi's army blocked the mouth of the valley, and on the other side of the valley was an endless intersection with no return, and in the eyes of Viscount Arahi, the rebels in Yongning Town were already certain to die.

In Surabaya City, at the market, a thin young man dressed as an aristocrat came to the food store with a bunch of entourage.

"Boss, come five thousand catties of fine flour." Where has the young man seen such a big patron and hurriedly called the shopkeeper.

"I'm sorry for this noble lord, there is not so much fine flour now, and now it is a rare commodity in wartime, and there is not much ordinary flour in our store." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Nonsense, if it weren't for the fear of war, I would have eaten enough to buy so much. Don't talk nonsense, how many more? Give a clear word: "The aristocratic young man was a little displeased.

"Three thousand two hundred and twenty-seven pounds of fine flour, and thirty-five thousand seven hundred and eighty-seven pounds of ordinary flour." That's a staggering amount. The aristocratic boy didn't expect there to be so much, so he hesitated, "I want all the fine flour, and give me 10,000 catties of ordinary flour." ”

"Well, two dinars for a pound of fine flour, and fifty dirhams for a pound of ordinary flour." The shopkeeper starts counting money!

"How much! The price of your ordinary flour is much more expensive than the price of the original fine flour! "The aristocratic boy was very dissatisfied!

"Young master is angry, this is a time of war, there is no way!" The shopkeeper laughed and said, "It's 11,454 dinars in total!" Please pay the bills. ”

"Fifty-four dinars will be spared, and I will come more often in the future." The aristocratic youth is a little embarrassed, and at this price, even the average aristocratic family is very painful.

"I'm sorry young master, I'm just a runaway, I can't be the master, and I can't miss a dirham."

"You!" Aristocratic boyish straight stamping! "You're a bunch of vampires!" The aristocratic young master was venting his dissatisfaction, but after all, if people had to eat, they still had no choice but to buy food in the end. Seeing his distressed appearance, the shopkeeper wanted to laugh.

In the evening, the shopkeeper happily counted today's results, especially the aristocratic boy, who was so easy to deceive, more than 10,000 gold coins, the shopkeeper touched the dinar in his hand, and smiled from ear to ear.

The shopkeeper gently picked up a dinar, which shone beautifully in the reflection of the sun.

Wait, something doesn't seem right! The shopkeeper is also a person who has been in contact with money all year round and has a keen sense of money! The shopkeeper took a closer look at all the dinars! Didn't see any problems. The shopkeeper was still not at ease, so he brought a scale and put a dinar on it. Oh, my God! The weight is wrong! This is not a sterling silver dinar, but a counterfeit coin that is fused with other metals!

The shopkeeper took out the dinar in his pocket, which was also called the other dinar.

All the dinars turned out to be fake! The shopkeeper's eyes were dark, and he fainted directly at the counter.

Sunset, after the guy got off work, he asked his sister to the tavern for a drink, he couldn't afford to drink good wine, even if it was ordinary oat wine, he had some pain. The girl hadn't come yet, and the guy was bored and sat on the stool and looked around. At the next table are two middle-aged men dressed as city guards, and the guy is fine anyway, just listening to the two of them chatting, "Where did the city lord get so much grain recently, and the granary is almost full!" One soldier asked, and the other gave him a blank look, "What do you care about, he was originally a businessman, so it's strange not to make a windfall at this opportunity, the vampire who oppressed us!" Even though he is so rich, he still doesn't pay us a salary. I saw a skinny nobleman go out yesterday with a whole box of dinars! The city guard grumbled.

"What is he going to do?" The city guards are second to the cavity.

"I guess it's a day of drinking again, those damn groundhogs!" Two city guards were still complaining.

The guy didn't care about them, the girl came, the guy and the girl talked, and he didn't notice that the two soldiers around him were still chatting.

Early the next morning, when the guy went to work, he found that the loader had fainted in the store. Wake up the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper wanted to die in heartache and told the guy that the dinar was all fake. The guy suddenly remembered the words of the guard at the next table in the bar yesterday. Hurry up and tell the master. On the same day, the shopkeeper came to the Chamber of Commerce, and many merchants in it were deceived by the fake dinar! The shopkeeper told everything he knew, and everyone had encountered this situation, especially several 'merchants' of the Anderson family, who had indeed seen someone carrying things to the City Lord's Mansion!

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the merchants united to go to the city lord's mansion to ask for an explanation. Paul was one head and two big, and he guessed that someone was speculating, but there was no evidence. The merchants became more and more noisy, and even rushed into the city lord's mansion to see if there were really goods hidden in the city lord's mansion.

Paul has too many secrets in the City Lord's Mansion, how can he let them check it casually! Again and again, Paul was angry even with his best temper! He is no longer accustomed to these businessmen, and if he is disobedient, he will directly suppress them by armed force. Paul didn't care what family was behind these merchants, he just wanted to have a stable rear during the war. After the suppression, Viscount Paul personally led troops to support the city of Taar.

Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer! The saddest thing in war is always the civilian population. Prices have risen again, and ordinary citizens simply can't afford it, and some can't even buy it if they want to. At this time, there are only some black market and grain, and the supplier claims to be the city lord's subordinates, how much grain is needed, how much is it, but the price is too expensive to scare people to death. Even the nobles who have always been extravagant feel expensive, not to mention the mercenaries and bards.

You can live without dreams, but you can't go without eating. The townspeople are complaining, even resentful. The quarry was the first to riot, and instead of starving to death, it was better to surrender and have something to eat. Paul's timely Lord sent troops to suppress it, killing hundreds of people in one go. Although the riot was suppressed, the flames of resistance were buried in everyone's hearts.